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Shall pomp and grandeur be my guide,
And fill me with presumptuous pride?
No, Lord, I'll humbly trust in thee,
For thou wert meek and poor for me!
Shall carnal pleasures win my praise ?
They lead but in destructive ways.
Prevent me, Lord ; I'll follow thee,
For all thy paths are peace to me.
Shall I on India's wealth rely?
Riches in Heaven can nothing buy.
No, Lord; my trust shall rest in thee:
Thy blood has purchas'd Heav'n for me. Shall I my own good actions plead,
And say that I no Saviour need!
Vain-impious boast ! Lord, make me whole;
Grant me a pure and perfect soul
To know-to love-to copy thee;
But only thou can’st plead for me.
PARAPHRASE OF THE FOURTH PSALM.
Great God! from whom all blessings flow,
Whose hand alone can grace bestow,
In mercy hear my prayer :
Thou hast from danger set me free,
Lord, still preserve my liberty
From every sinful snare.
How long, vain man, wilt thou blaspheme
The truth, that shines with brightest beam
To shew thy feet the way?
How long wilt thou the paths pursue
Of vanity and falsehood too,
That lead thy feet astray ?
Know, that the Lord hath set apart
The man of new and contrite heart,
To share his gracious love :
The Lord shall hear his suppliant voice,
And make his ransom'd soul rejoice,
Within his courts above.
But thou, O sinner, tremble! Go
Muse on the wrath of God below,
At midnight's solemn hour;
And ere return the dawn of day,
Of all thy sins for pardon pray,
grace to sin no more.
No longer vain oblations bring,
But render to the Lord, the King,
Thy gratitude and praise ;
And trust in that most precious blood,
Pure from the fount of Heav'n that flow'd,
Thy fallen soul to raise.
Strait is the path to Heav'n—and they
Who sojourn in the thorny way,
Too oft alas ! despair.
Lord, let the brightness of thy face
Shed on our hearts the beams of grace
And banish every fear.